Unsurprisingly, shout-singing “I hope we both die” in a room full of strangers is a pretty cool way to spend an evening (at Lincoln Hall)
23 hours ago on 06/17/13 at 09:52pm
My father has never given me anything.
(via elliesattlers)
NAZIS ARE MY BIGGEST FEAR AND THE FACT THAT SOME OF THEM MAY BE QUIETLY LIVING IN THE MIDWEST WHERE THINGS ARE GOOD AND KIND IS REALLY FUCKING WITH ME
OKAY BYE
I wanna take a moment to recognize the people
whose dads were thrown from a cliff by their own brother and crushed to death by a stampede but still managed to come back as a ghost and give you advice on how you need to shape up and go toss your uncle to HIS death.
Today I put on makeup in a taxi, and then I got gloriously sangria drunk with very smart people whom I love quite a bit, and the sleepy doorman said “welcome back” when he let me in, and this is the best city in the world, and this is what it looks like from 40 stories up.
Goodnight, internet.
2 days ago on 06/16/13 at 02:20am
this is not a hypothetical question?
If you were a 21-year-old recent college graduate who could travel anywhere in the world so long as it was also accessible to a 74-year-old woman with a walker, where would you go?
Basically I just want you to tell me about the coolest places you’ve gone that involved exactly zero hiking.
4 days ago on 06/14/13 at 12:12pm
There are apparently no middle-aged moms with extra free time and a teaching degree in Sunnydale, so sure, let the 16 year old take over “computer class” (lol the ’90s) after the teacher is brutally murdered.
5 days ago on 06/13/13 at 07:34pm
you all think you want one direction school supplies, but let me just tell you that having your professor email you to ask “I’d like to keep your final project as an example, but would it be okay if I changed out the folder?” because you turned in a 10 page poetry analysis in a glossy 1D deal really changes your self-concept
6 days ago on 06/12/13 at 09:13pm
FEELING: The one where you’ve built an idea about the future like an intricate origami creature inside your chest, and slowly or suddenly the possibilities turn into impossibilities and for hours or days there’s a rustling in your rib cage as the complex structure destroys itself, unfolding and flattening, unfolding and flattening pleat by pleat.
HOW TO EAT IT: Maybe just like an entire loaf of bread. Put butter on it. Put anything you can find on it.
